"Oh, well, because—er—I should kill him first."
"Land sakes, Mr. Geoffrey!" and Mrs. Trapes actually blenched before the glare in his eyes that was so strangely at odds with his soft, lazy tones.
"And that ends it!" he nodded. "Mrs. Trapes, I've made up my mind!"
"What about?"
"Mr. M'Ginnis. I'll begin to-day."
"Begin what?"
"To prepare myself to bestow on him the thrashing of his life!" So saying, Ravenslee stretched lazily and finally got up. "Good morning, Mrs. Trapes!" said he.
"But where are ye going?" she demanded.
"To my peanuts," he answered gravely. "'Man is born to labour,' you, know."
"But it's early yet."